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Post by Silver on Jun 17, 2020 7:54:15 GMT
Please use the sheet below to create your new character. Please put as much information as possible as it can be useful for other players; and try to avoid using redacted! You don't need to give away all your character's secrets, but give the other players something to work with. Thanks
Character Sheet
Name: (full names if it's possible)
Alias: (optional) (what they call you)
Title/Ranks: (optional) (if you're part of an army or a group, what's your title, your rank, etc?)
Race: Human, Dwarf, Elf, Qunari, ...
Age: (the age of your character or at least what you look like if you're cursed or something)
Nationality: (where you come from)
Accent: (optional)
Faith/Philosophy: (Atheism, Andrastean, Qun, etc.)
Class: Warrior, Mage or Rogue
Specialization(s): (optional)
Gender: (Male, Female, etc. We do not discriminate.)
Sexuality: (Heterosexuality, homosexuality, bisexuality, pansexuality, asexuality, etc.)
Behaviour & Psychology: (describe all your qualities, your flaws, how your character behaves, his fears as well as his ambitions)
Physical Description: (anything that makes your character more unique in appearance, describe how you look like)
Biography: (describe your character's past prior to this role play)
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Post by Silver on Jun 17, 2020 8:02:22 GMT
Name: Lucas Wells
Alias: Can't say I've ever been given one.
Title/Ranks: Former Guard of Ostwick
Race: Human
Age: 32
Nationality: Free Marcher
Accent: Ostwick (Think like the British preset for the inquisitor, though a bit deeper and rougher)
Faith/Philosophy: I'm a firm believer in Andraste and the Maker, not to any zealous degree but I find there's a gentle comfort in believing that no matter where I go there is someone looking out for me. Some may call me a fool for such a belief but honestly its the only thing that keeps me going at the end of every day.
Class: Warrior, since I was little boy I've learned to swing a sword. Its kept me focused, kept me strong. Though these days I make sure I carry something rather hefty, tons of dangerous critters in the world and well being strong enough to cleave something in two serves me just fine.
Specialization: Champion, Dunno if its what I'd really call myself but the books I've read and the people who've taught me the way of the sword have instilled such a passion in me. To be a sword of the people and for the people, though with everything going on in the world... I ain't everyone's champion, heck I'm downright your worst nightmare.
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Can I make a confession? I've never had the pleasure of such a tender embrace, oh I might have shared a kiss with a rosy-cheeked girl when I was a lad but that's nothing in the grand scheme of life. I don't really think about whether I like men or women or all the inbetweens. All I really care about is finding that individual who I can love for the rest of my days but heh, no such person exists for a man like me.
Behaviour/Psychology: After all the things I've done to protect people I'm not entirely sure I can still call myself a gentle man, its what my mother and father always told me I am, and even those I could have considered close friends once but I really don't know. The lines of my true personality blur from day to day, it all depends on what the maker decides to grace me with that day. I see mages or templars causing innocent folk harm?, well they are ripe for slaughter. I see a helpless and disarmed mage being set upon by corrupt templars or overzealous townsfolk turning into a mob then I will be there worst nightmare instead and so on and so forth.
The end of the day it doesn't really matter to me who you are, if I see you committing an injustice you will receive the Maker's judgement, not that I proclaim to have such authority but when you reach the afterlife I'm sure he'll decide what to do with your sorry ass.
However if you find me on a day when no such injustice occurs? Well I'll be your very best friend if you want me to be.
Physical Description: I'm a solid 6ft" so I guess you could say I'm just above the average height of a regular human? I have a physique honed by years of training with the sword which has graced me with firm and broad shoulders and chest and a decent set of abs I suppose, I make sure to do my sit ups and push ups every morning and every night, my own body is as much as a weapon as the actual weapons I wield and if it grows dull then my performance will surely drop and that could be the difference between me seeing a new dawn or pushing up daisies.
I have auburn / reddish brown I guess and steel blue eyes, more steel than blue I reckon, I have the faintest scar on my cheek but you can't really see it unless the light shines just right.
Biography: You don't need to go hearing about my old life, none of that matters any more. The short end of it, I was born to two loving parents and three younger sisters, life was average and normal and I trained to be a guard to protect those I love and the town I cherished. Then of course the mage-templar civil war occurred and my old life was lost and well... suddenly my family weren't there no more, I was left with a burnt down home and choice to make and well... you know the rest.
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Post by Silver on Jun 17, 2020 8:15:39 GMT
It has been three years since I last filled out one of these sheets, and I wonder why I'm filling out another one. I didn't get any jobs with that last sheet... although I did get to sleep with a sexy dai capelli rossi uomo- bah! This language still eludes me on occasion. A sexy red-haired man, that is what I meant. Alas, those idiota Templars cut short any further fun, and I was once more on my travels.
Name: Carlita Pellini - it is a shame I did not keep the other sheet, it would save a lot of time.
Alias: Lita
Title/Ranks: Still none... how do people go about getting ranks and such? I wonder if apostate counts?
Race: Human
Age: 32
Nationality: Antiva
Accent: Well, it is still Antivan! I can see this sheet is as silly as ever.
Faith/Philosophy: No massive conversion or anything, so still sex and good times.
Class: Merda! It cannot change, you know! I'm obviously still a mage, and trust me, that is not easy in these days of war.
Specialization(s): (optional) – Same as ever - use what's around, and failing that just use my fists.
Gender: Female
Sexuality: I admit, there hasn't been much of that going on lately. If people find out I'm a mage they're off faster than they can pull their trousers back up. Admittedly, that has resulted in some hilarious falls. One such man fell over while still sporting a rather large erezione; poor fellow had tears in his eyes. I offered to help him ease the pain... one thing led to another, and... well, let's just say he's not so scared of mages anymore.
Behaviour & Psychology: Hmm, well I still look for fun, but it is terribly difficile nowadays with everyone at war. Mages fighting Templars, Orlesians fighting... well, more Orlesians, and me right in the middle desperately searching for good times.
Psychology? Bah! This silly question. I still refuse to answer!
Physical Description: Well, no real change here: 5’8, pale hazel eyes, long wavy black hair and a curvy figure. I tend to wear a lot of tunics, usually short and laced up the front. I currently have a dark red leather tunic on, no bra and black knickers. *SEE UPDATE. I still have my long black silk coat.
Biography: I wonder if I should be a bit more forthcoming this time? It is scomodo... ah, I mean uncomfortable. It is not easy for me to talk about, but I shall try. Let me have a drink of this brandy first; ah, that brings back memories of Reynard... those thighs, that tongue, that co.. ah... pene. Is it getting rather hot in here? Now, what was I going to write? Ah yes, my past... well, that cooled me down faster than a bucket of ice water.
Let's see, where to start? I suppose things went badly for me at age 7. I struck the tree in the front yard; this does not sound so bad, si? But, unfortunately I struck it with lightning. You comprendere now? Of course you do. My mother was none too happy and handed me over to the Templars. Ah, that journey was pessimo! Truly terrible. I was so scared of these big men in their glinting armour, faces hidden behind closed helmets. Bah! They were not nice people! But I do not complain, for I was born under a lucky star! A landslide blocked our way, and while they were busy I took to my heels and was soon lost in the forest. Thankfully, I was also soon found by some very nice people. I was small for my age, very small hands... Who is this Trump you speak of? Stop looking over my shoulder. Bah! Some people are so maleducato! Anyway, being small I was good for picking pockets and such. An apostate was part of the team and taught me how to use my magic. Our leader was a rogue; he taught me how to use my fists and daggers. And so life went on; it was all going very well until I was 25.
As is always the case, it is when things go well, that everything goes male... ah what is the phrase I am looking for? Ah, si! I have remembered; it is when everything goes tits up, si? Our friendly group of thieves were attacked by a much larger gang looking to move in on our territory. Bah! Those bastardos! They killed my friends. The leader, a big man with a scar running across one eye and a mouthful of broken teeth, decided I would be his lover.
Scusi, I need another drink before I continue. Bah! There is not enough brandy in the world to make this easier to write, so I will not dwell on this unpleasant memory except to say that he was not gentle with me. He was a loathsome pig, but me, I do not take this well. I find a knife and when he drags me to his room the next night, I slit his throat like the porco that he is. I do not stop there, no! I slice off his genitals and, after removing his one gold tooth, I place them in his mouth. It is perfect, si? He liked having his cock sucked, now he can do the job himself.
With the gold tooth, I managed to rent a room, and a week is spent recovering from my injuries. When the innkeeper felt I'd gotten enough for the cost of the tooth I was kicked out. For a while I was cold and hungry, but then my spirit returned. I would not be defeated by life, so I picked myself up, and soon purses were finding their way into my slim fingers. Then there was Antiva City, and a bar brawl, and Reynard, my sexy red fox.
Since then, I've wandered around, taking jobs where I could find them. Signed up with a pirate ship and met some very nice people there. I'd never met a woman with pink hair before, and the man... ah he had such profondo blue eyes. The positions we tried out on the hammocks were very inventive and so much fun. But alas, the land called to me, and so I disembarked at a small port near Gwaren. My purse was full, my body satiated - ah, those two did love to fuck! Reynard would have enjoyed them so much - and with nowhere to go. It was while staying at an inn on the Imperial Highway that the impossibile happened. Or, at least, it should have been impossible! The sky torn apart, demons dropping from everywhere. Che diavolo! It was like a nightmare. Thankfully, there were some fighters amongst those staying at the inn, and soon the demons were gone... but the question still remained: what had happened?
Me, I am like a cat, si? Very curious, and flexible. All right, that last part isn't relevant, but I thought I would point it out, nonetheless. So, I jump on my chestnut horse and decide to go and investigate. I feel a tingle of excitement in my blood. Faccio avventure amorose! Ah, bah! I mean, I do love adventures.
UPDATE:
I have had to make a change to this silly sheet. It was all very well wearing a short tunic and knickers when I was walking everywhere, but you try wearing that whilst riding a horse.. the chafing is molto doloroso!! So, I have had to change my attrezzatura... ah, my outfit. I met a very nice man who said he was an artist:
It has taken some time getting used to these pantaloni, but at least there is no more chafing. I think this so-called artista is not very good, si? I don't usually look that scontroso.. I mean sullen. It is probably because of the pantaloni.
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Post by Silver on Jun 17, 2020 8:25:56 GMT
Name: Saris
Race: Elf. You can see my pointy ears, can't you?
Age: Don't see how this affects you, but I'm 27.
Nationality: Not sure if you can tell, but I'm Dalish-born (according to my father). Grew up in Rivain, though.
Accent: Rivaini. Can you not tell or something?
Faith/Philosophy: Eh, I don't really bother with all that stuff. A lot of it is guesswork, from what I can tell, so it's pretty pointless to me.
Specialization: Well, I like ice and I like lightning. Magic? No, I never said anything about that.
Class: No, no, I'm not a mage. Really, if I was a mage, I'd hate Templars. Which I don't. I despise them. Hmm? No, I didn't say anything.
Gender: Male, not that you couldn't tell by looking at me. Unless you're blind.
Sexuality: Rather personal, don't you think?
Behavior/Psychology: Well, if I really have to answer this, I guess I'll say that I'm the kind of person who doesn't really care for all those pesky laws. And I look after myself first and foremost.
Physical Description: See banner, minus the tattoo w/ yellow eyes and tanned skin. Now, I know what you're thinking. No, I do not wear mage robes. These are actually armored. Mages don't wear armor, now do they? My armor is actually Orlesian, if I remember right. Bah, you don't believe me, do you?
Bio: I have a question for you: Why do you care? It's not like my past affects you.
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Post by Silver on Jun 17, 2020 9:25:20 GMT
Name: Krimson
Alias: Krim
Title/Rank: Seeker
Race: Human
Age: 34
Nationality: Nevarran
Accent: Nevarran
Faith/Philosophy: Andrastian (losing faith in the Chantry)
Class: 2-hander warrior
Specialization: Seeker combined with intermediate knowledge of Reaver techniques and abilities
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Behavior/Psychology: Cynical, reckless, rebellious, and sort of a lone wolf. Rather intelligent as well, and occasionally manipulative, if only for his own amusement. Up front with his opinions and not the most stabilizing influence in tense situations. Loyal to friends and family.
Physical Description: SPOILER: Click to show
Equipment: Seeker plate armor and a dark cloak w/ an ornately etched greatsword forged from silverite.
Bio: [REDACTED]
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Post by Silver on Jun 17, 2020 9:34:59 GMT
Name: Saarad
Race: Qunari (Vashoth)
Age: 32
Nationality: Free Marches
Accent: American
Faith/Philosophy: "Money makes the world go 'round."
Specialization: N/A
Class: Warrior
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Behavior/Psychology: All you really need to know about me is that I like coin. The rest.... well, you'll see.
Physical Description: I've got dark grey skin, I'm fairly muscular (which is about average for qunari), and I've got more than a couple scars on my face and arms. Before you ask; yes, I do have horns, and they're enveloped in bronze from several inches away from my head, back behind my head, and then following the curve of my horns upward to where they each come to a point. I have neck-length black hair on the rest of my head and I've got blue-green eyes.
Equipment: Armor:
Weapon (x3):
I guess you're wondering why I've got three swords. Well, two of them are sheathed on my left hip, while the third is sheathed on my right. Never know when you'll lose a blade or two in a fight, so it's always good to have a spare just in case. As for how I got them.... well, let's just say it's best not to ask.
Bio: My past is my own, and I intend to keep it that way.
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Post by Silver on Jun 17, 2020 9:36:07 GMT
Name: Mya Alessandra Kelson
Race: Elven
Age: 17 (20 in 9:41)
Nationality: Free Marches
Accent: British (mid-tone voice, neither high or low; later becomes very quiet, rarely speaking or speaks barely above a whisper)
Faith/Philosophy: None, but will invoke Andraste at times.
Specialization: Spirit Healer / Psychokinesis (ability that allows her to find someone/something by holding an object)
Class: Mage
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Behavior/Psychology: When she arrives at the Markham circle as a child aged eight, Mya is a confident and proud City elf. She is strong and self-assured, and can hold her own when debating with other student mages and does well in training classes. This changes immediately after her thirteenth birthday. Mya changes because some of the Templars like to “take advantage of” the better looking student mages. She becomes paranoid, afraid of all Templars and refuses to be left alone with any of them after her encounters with Aeron Butler. She effectively becomes a shadow, quiet and unassuming. Perhaps one day she will become the same person she was before her attack.
Physical Description: Small and dark, 5’0 tall and slender, as most elves are. She has waist length brown hair, with copper highlights. Dark brown eyes, fair skin.
Apparel: When we first meet Mya, she is dressed in standard Circle robes. They are starting to look rather tattered, she has been on the run for a while now. She is very underweight, because she escaped from Markham Circle over a month ago, and has been hiding from Templars or anyone she perceives to be a Templar ever since. She is now attired in pants, shirt, and jacket. She also owns a heavy coat and blanket, along with a backpack given to her by kindly people.
Weapons: Currently the staff of an apprentice, bought by her family for her. As of 9:41, she now has spells at her command, both defensive and offensive. She can also use dual daggers if necessary.
Biography: Born in 9:21, Mya came from a very loving Dalish family from the alienage in Markham (north of Ostwick, which is on the coast NW of Brandel’s Reach) in the Free Marches. She was born late in life to her parents, long after her older brothers; there was a fifteen year gap between her and Joshuan, a seventeen year gap between her and Tomiah, and a twenty year gap between her and Danien. When her mage abilities started manifesting, her parents, rather than being ashamed and afraid of her, were just the opposite. Their pride was shown in the way they clothed her and bought her a staff when she left for the Markham Circle. When asked what she wanted her specialization to be as she trained, she chose Spirit Healer. Her mother had been the primary influence for this choice, because ever since she could remember, Mya had accompanied her mother when she called on the sick and dying of the alienage. For her history, please consult the character chronicles here. ( link will be placed once her character chronicle is complete.)
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Post by Silver on Jun 17, 2020 9:39:19 GMT
Name: Dar'Lath
Alias: Jami (name given by Gang)
Race: Elf
Age: 24 (in 9:38) 26 (in 9:40)
Nationality: Orlais
Accent: Orlesian
Faith/Philosophy: Atheist
Class: Rogue (shadow)
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexuality
Behaviour & Psychology:
Very much a loner, and shy, does not make friends easily. I have made a friend in Deandra, one of the other caravan guards I work with. More of a big sister than friend, really.Because of the way I grew up, first in the Palace in Val Royeaxu, then with the Gang, I get very nervous in large crowds. City guards, palace guards, and hell even a Templar will put me on high alert. Funny thing is, even though I am extremely experienced in using my weapons and fighting, the men and elves that comprise our little company still treat me as a child. It can get irritating at times, I must admit.
By Dragon 9:40, I have been through more than most elves. Meeting Anna, Lena, Deyren, and Fade, working with them for five years as mercenaries for hire - my brother and sisters. Guarding the caravan from Val Royeaux to Redcliffe for Eliana Ashcroft. Losing Anna to some damnable Crows contract, which caused Deyren to begin his one-minded pursuit of whoever gave out the contract. Following Deyren for 18 months in this obsession, finally leaving him in Val Chevin when acted as if he did not care if I stayed or if I went. Finding my brothers, Jacob and Quinn, the beloved of Lena. Okay, okay, they may not be blood brothers, but they are my brothers in love. I now live with Lena, Jacob and Quinn in Val Royeaux, living in a place where love is thrown all about.
Physical Description: I am small (4’6"), and slender. My hair, as my father would say, was sunlight and moonlight mixed, silver strands shining among the gold. I do wear it long, hip-length, because Maman loved it that way. Most people would not realize this, since it is braided up and covered with a bandanna at all times. My eyes are silver grey, which makes them shine when I am blacked up for “jobs.” The Gang loved me once I was trained, because my small size allowed me to get into windows the larger humans could not. I have become adept in hiding in the shadows. I wear studded leather armour, specially made for my small form – under which I wear a special vest, which would get me killed if anyone knew about it. I hope to get runes placed in my armour and my weapons eventually. My weapons consist of several daggers, hidden in various locations on my body and a lovely ironbark bow and arrows. I am extremely adept in the use of all my weapons.
As of 9:40, I now have new daggers, bought after I finally learned how to use them properly …to kill from the shadows if I had to. Lena had taught me well.
Biography:
I am going to make this short and sweet. I was born in the royal palace in Val Royeaux to the assistant to the Empress’s healer, and a “jack of all trades.” Maman assisted the Empress’s healer, along with the herbalists, teaching me all that she had learned from them. Papa did anything and everything they needed him to: turned the spits used to cook meat, clean floors and windows, dump ashes from the fireplaces.
For more of Jami’s history, please consult the character chronicles here.
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Post by Silver on Jun 17, 2020 9:40:03 GMT
Name: Ronan Wolfe
Alias: I see no reason to try and hide behind a false name but if you have to give me a nickname I like Gearbox or Tinker because I do love to tinker with devices and traps.
Title/Ranks: n/a
Race: Human
Age: 29
Nationality: Ferelden
Accent: Ferelden
Faith/Philosophy: - I guess I sort of believe in the Maker? I'm not devout or anything but not seen anything to ultimately prove or disprove his existence. Magic, Spirits and Demons are real enough so who can say? Deep down the best philosophy in life is to believe in yourself!
Class: Rogue
Specialization: Artificer, Assassin
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Homosexual, I appreciate my fellow men a great deal though I've not had many lovers in my life. Its not that I'm picky its just this world is filled with assholes and not the good kind! Maybe I'll find my diamond in the rough someday but who knows. Oh and ladies of Thedas I may be unavailable sexually but I am man who knows that at the end of the day a nice gesture and telling someone they look good can go a long way.
Behaviour/Psychology: People like to tell me that I'm what you'd call a very calm man on the outside but burning with unbridled passion on the inside, when something takes my fancy you'll see a typical and pleasant smile but underneath I'll be squealing with the utmost delight. Not that I'm stoic or anything but around people I barely know I like to keep my cards close to my chest though once you break down my barriers my inner passions will bubble and explode to the surface so I hope you're ready for that. But no really I'm a very friendly guy but you know if you wrong me or cross me in any way, please be prepared for the consequences. Oh yes and uhm.... I'll play with my beard when I'm nervous or unsure about a situation or even when I see someone I like.
Physical description: Let's see if I remember my measurements... oh right I'm 6ft 4" so I'm a big man I guess? I have quite wide and broad shoulders that honestly when people look at me they don't see a guy who would be capable of sneaking through the shadows and wielding a dagger or bow with the utmost finesse. Physically I am very fit and I have quite a thick yet strong musculature emboldened by a copious amounts of body hair all over my chest, stomach arms and legs so all the important areas are covered. It's all finished off by a rough yet somehow well kept beard mixing in nicely with my ear length scruffy hair. Hmm what am I forgetting? Oh right my hair and beard are a light brown, I guess this applies to my body hair to. Oh and I have hazel blue eyes and relatively thick eyebrows so you can really see the full repertoire of my emotions with ease.
Oh and as for the scar on my face? Well promise not to laugh, when messing with a new type of spring trap a small piece of metal wasn't affixed properly and it shot off and sliced me. So unfortunately I didn't receive it in a brave fight to the death or anything glorious like that, just a hazard of the workplace or something...heh.
Biography: I am what you'd call a country boy, born and raised in the Fereldan countryside not far from Denerim. I raised by my father who worked as a blacksmith and unfortunately no sign of my mother, I often tried to ask my father what happened to her but he simply said she was gone. Though the way he said it led me to believe she wasn't dead and was either missing, kidnapped or simply ran away and I have no memories of her so I simply assumed she left shortly after birthing me. Would I love to meet her? I guess so, honestly can't say it's something I actively think about. Anyway growing up with a blacksmith as a father I was kind of forced into being his apprentice which led to a lot of my early growth as a young man though as an act of rebellion I'd always sneak off into town or into the wilds and just explore the world. Of course exploring alone I had to learn to be quiet and deft on my feet or be spotted and die horribly so the rogue life found me in a way and as for my love for tinkering and making bombs and traps and other devices? Stumble upon old and forgotten Dwarven Thaigs and you find a few relics that you can reverse engineer and play with, truly fascinating technology and I would love to visit Orzammar one of these days. Eventually... exploring the 10 miles from home grew boring and when I came of age I packed up my things and told my father that I was setting off to broaden my horizons to become a better blacksmith which was all he needed for him to let me go. There is a part of me that wished I stayed behind after hearing news of the blight and the battle of Denerim and only hearing offhand that my village was wiped off the map, leaving no survivors. Even after such news I've yet to go back to Fereldan because there is a part of me that wants to keep living with the memory of the last smile my father gave me. To have that memory tarnished by seeing my old home? I-I...I just can't. All I can do now is to keep living my life and seeing everything that the world has to offer!
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Post by Silver on Jun 17, 2020 9:40:48 GMT
Name: Zachary Baird
Alias: Sparks
Race: Human
Age: 34
Nationality: Free Marches
Accent: American
Faith/Philosophy: Atheist
Class: Mage
Specializations: Force Mage, Shapeshifter
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Behavior & Psychology: I'm a fairly reasonable person, though I'm often sarcastic. I like joking around and messing with people, though I know when to be serious. Yeah, sometimes I take the joke a bit too far, but I'm going to have fun doing it. Honestly, I'm not a believer in Andraste or the Maker or the Old Gods or anything like that. I'm more focused on the here and now rather than the future. It may not be the best thing to be focused on, but it's kept me alive and free. I really don't like Templars, but I'm not one to simply kill them unless I have no other choice. I am curious about other kinds of magic outside of those that are taught in the Circle, though I'm wary of blood magic. I know there are magics the Chantry either doesn't know about, or keeps quiet about, and I'm fairly cynical when it comes to the Chantry and the Circle. I'm a loyal friend to those I can trust.
Physical Description: I'm around six feet tall and have short brown hair. Not to mention my forest-green eyes that have fascinated quite a few women. I have a slight tan, though my skin is mostly pale in tone. I'm somewhat muscular and I've been told I have a kind face. Not sure where that came from, but there it is. I used to have the typical Circle robes, but I got rid of them for a light brown adventurer's tunic and matching trousers. Oh, so many pockets!
I have a small dagger to defend myself hidden in my right boot and no staff.
Biography (9:33): I was raised in the Circle since I was four, never seeing much of the outside world. That changed when a fire destroyed all of our phylacteries three years ago. When we were being transported to the Circle in Kirkwall, a large portion of us decided to make a break for it when the Templars weren't paying attention. I ran as well.
Many went with Grace and the others, but I decided to leg it on my own. I'm pretty sure one or two of the others tried to follow me, but I'm a fast runner. Faster than anyone else in the Circle, Templars included. That meant that they were supposed to keep an eye on me much of the time in case I tried to make a break for it.
I traveled around for a few months before finding myself in Highever. So far, I've been pretty lucky. The Templars haven't caught on to my presence and they don't look like they suspect me to be a mage at all. Lucky me, I guess.
I'm currently doing odd jobs for the Collective, but I'm not a member. Nor do I want to be.
Bio (9:41): I ended up joining up with a group of people I met in Highever (after some minor chaos)- Alex, Rubra, Derrik, and Alex's husband, Gideon- and we worked as a merc group for Mason, based outside of Highever. After a job we had in Emprise Du Lion (during which we lost Derrik, but found a young elven mage named Sahel who I offered to train, as well as a young elven woman named Mya who found us to be trained by Rubra), we all sort of...split apart. Alex and Gideon went off to the Anderfels, and Sahel and I traveled with Rubra, Mason, and Mya for a while before I split off to head to Highever. I had received a message from Daryl saying that what was left of the Collective had basically uprooted themselves to get ready to merge with the mage rebellion. While I had no real connection to the Collective anymore, I felt that I needed to head to Highever to get a better idea of the situation the Collective- and the city- was in.
That was several months ago, before the explosion at the Conclave. In that time, I joined up with the rebellion, along with Sahel, and did what I could to help. During which time, I trained Sahel to control his magic. He was a quick learner, and took to shapeshifting fairly well. I'm still at Highever, but I'm not sure for how much longer I'll be there. Anything can happen, as recent events have proven.
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Post by Silver on Jun 17, 2020 9:41:28 GMT
Name: Asheria Valas
Alias: Fade Weaver
Title/Ranks: Dalish, Former Clan Protector, Raven's Guardian
Race: Elf
Age: 25(9:33) 30(9:38) 33(9:41)
Nationality: Anderfels
Accent: Dalish
Faith/Philosophy: Creators
Class: Warrior
Specialisations: Guardian/Spirit Warrior
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Behaviour & Personality: After everything thats happened in recent years I admit I've grown much colder as a person, remembering my past and slaying my corrupted clan and ultimately being rejected by my brother and we may as well be dead to each other, nothing else to it really but it has changed my perceptions in regards to who I consider family. My life has changed so much for me and truly I've been without a purpose so I guess you could say I'm misguided in my general day to day and if its not doing my job to protect Raven then I really have nothing else to me right now.
Honestly its something I hate about myself but I don't know how to be anything else!
Physical Description: My eyes are still green and hair is still as black as my heart, thats kind of dark and poetic but eh *shrug*
Biography: I think I've lived my past enough, those who know me know all there is to tell. Those I have yet to meet well truth be told they don't need to know and all that really matters right now is doing my duty to ensuring those I care about continue to live.
Though I should potentially mention that the fade spirit within me is a part of who I am, we are more or less one in the same. Not an abomination or anything like that, her thoughts are mine and my thoughts are hers, we are one being and its now as if we were never anything else. She is my strength and my resolve and she will never allow me to waiver from the path I choose to follow as it stands right now my path intersects with whatever Raven decides to do and well... thats enough for now.
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Post by Silver on Jun 17, 2020 9:42:21 GMT
Updated for 9:41
Name: Raven
Alias: None
Race: Elf
Age: 30
Nationality: City Elf - Kirkwall Alienage
Accent: Kirkwall ~ but I know my own language well enough
Faith/Philosophy: None, though I may occasionally call out to the Creators, but that's generally when something has gone wrong.
Class: Rogue - Dual Daggers
Specialization(s): Assassin and Duellist, I'm also a pretty decent thief and can usually spot a trap
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Behaviour & Psychology: Back when I first started my adventuring I was friendly and chatty, willing to help, and generally a nice person. Eight years later and I'm not quite the friendly elf I used to be. I trust very few people in this world, and tend to keep to myself. I'll still help people, but now I expect payment... except for this current mission I'm on. I sometimes think back to that naive and trusting fool I'd once been, believing that everything would work out for the best. I found out the hard way that my beliefs were just a pile of shit!
Physical Description: I'm 5'5, a little taller than most elves, and my adventuring ensures I keep a slim build. My chestnut brown hair is kept long and tied back in a ponytail or plait, and I've got large pale silver eyes. There are thin white scars around both wrists, bit sensitive about them and keep them covered with black leather wristbands. I recently acquired a few new scars thanks to a couple of Terror demons; the most visible scar is a < shape goes above and below my left eye. The rest are covered up beneath armour, which is usually a leather tunic and trousers beneath a long black coat.
Biography: I was born into a large family in the Kirkwall alienage, I had two brothers and a mum and dad. My brothers were protective of me and it is them I have to thank for my fighting skills. Every day since I was old enough to hold a dagger my brothers trained me for 3 hours; they were happy days and despite our poverty we enjoyed life. And yes, I'm speaking of them in past tense as they were all slaughtered during the Kirkwall uprising. I wasn't there to help them, as I'd left Kirkwall after being brutally raped by a few city guards. They're dead now, and they didn't die easily. I almost lost my life in revenging the deaths of my family, but thanks to the help of an elven mage I was healed... at least in body.
I've been through a lot of adventures since I left Kirkwall eight years ago, and I've met a lot of good people. Only a couple remain with me: Asheria and Vir. Through my own stupidity I lost the chance of happiness with the only man I'd ever loved - and considering recent events, that may have turned out to be for good. Which is why me and my companions are travelling to the Hinterlands.
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Post by Silver on Jun 17, 2020 9:46:14 GMT
The inn is warm, a nice change from the bitter cold outside. I order a bottle of whisky and a glass, tell the innkeeper to put it on my tab, and then make my way upstairs to my room. I walk to the window, staring out into the darkness... judging... no, I'll be okay. I pull the cork from the bottle and fill the glass, the first mouthful burns my throat and I cough a little at the strong flavour. The second glass goes down easier, warming me from my toes to my fingers. I fill it up for a third time, and then turn my attention to the sheet I'd picked up from downstairs.
Name: Lance Fobriestri
Alias: None
Title/Ranks: None
Race: Human
Age: 30... ish
Nationality: Born and raised in Denerim
Accent: Ferelden
Faith/Philosophy: Andrastean … I need to believe in something.
Class: Rogue
Specialization(s): Archer
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Behaviour & Psychology: I'm a quiet man, tend to keep to myself a lot, however, that's not to say I can't work with other people, just don't expect me to be the life and soul of a party. I tend to be forthright when I do speak, that's just my way, so try not to be offended. I'm looking through the notes on what information to put in this sheet, and see a mention of fears and ambitions. Mine are intrinsically tied together, and are my own business.
Physical Description: Let's see; I'm around 6'4 and keep myself in shape. People have described me as having wide shoulders and long legs. I don't know, I am what I am. I've got dirty blonde hair that reaches just past my shoulders, and my eyes are a very light grey. Biography: I check the notes, wondering if this is really necessary. I run a hand through my hair; it seems it is. Damn it! I finish the third glass of whiskey, enjoying the slight tingle caused by the strong alcohol. So my past; it's nothing special. I was a hunter, sold rabbits, venison, whatever I could shoot with a bow and arrow. I was happily married but that... that's over now. I went through a bit of a rough patch, but I'm back on my feet now, and have been working as a freelance adventurer for the last eight years or so.
I read through what I've written; there are some gaps, but nothing too noticeable, I tell myself. It will suffice. I leave it on the rough desk, unwilling to leave my room again tonight. Grabbing bottle and glass I move to the bed and undress. I slip beneath cool sheets and grab the book I'm reading. Trashy murder novel, nothing great, but it passes the time. As I drain the fourth glass of whiskey I realise the curtains are still open. With a annoyed sigh I climb from the bed, jumping as the cold floor touches my feet. I reach for the cheap flowery material and start sliding them across. Wait! Was that... I peer intently but finally shake my head. No, I'll be okay.
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Post by Silver on Jun 17, 2020 9:50:09 GMT
I slightly changed the character sheet, but only because it's more fun this way!
[The paper - an evaluation sheet - is torn in places, crumpled as it was when you found it. You're unable to make out the precise date, but the year is undoubtedly 9:41 Dragon.]
Name: Sabrae Race: Knife-ear Elf Gender: male Age: 29 Nationality: Fereldan Physical description: Recruit is slightly taller than most of his kind. His face is covered with Dalish tattoos; a scar runs across his cheek; brown, braided hair, green eyes.
Behavioural evaluation: Recruit seems reserved. Follows orders, has shown no indication of future misconduct. Woke in the middle of the night from a nightmare once; it did not seem to pose a problem. Recruit has not joined the Faith, but will not receive any lyrium. As an elf, recruit makes an ideal tracker.
Combat evaluation: Capable swordsman, favours long sword and shield. Has had prior combat experience, says to have been training all his life. Stance needs work.
Biography: Recruit tells us he is from Denerim's Alienage. He fled during the Blight, worked as a mercenary for many years in Orlais. He returned home two years later. Left again in 9:38 Dragon when his spouse died; this time he remained in Ferelden. Has said to have not been in any prior contact with mages at all.
Recruit has been approved for combat. He has been recommended to serve as tracker under Knight-Lieutenant Morgild.
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Post by Silver on Jun 17, 2020 9:50:41 GMT
9:41 update for this character
Name: Reynard, but some people like to call me Ruff
Alias: Well, they had the name 'Tripper' for me in prison
Title/Ranks: -
Race: Human
Age: 34
Nationality: Orlesian
Accent: A mix of Orlesian and Antivan
Faith/Philosophy: -
Class: Rogue
Specialization: Tempest
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual
Behaviour & Psychology: Some people think I'm hot-headed, and maybe I am when you insult or cross me - but be nice to me, and I'm nice to you. Especially if you have money to give me, or a way out of this town. Antiva City is, as they say, like a "strong current": it draws you in and refuses to let go. Unfortunately that rings true for even a land-rat such as myself (Fereldan ancestry, you know?).
Physical Description: I'm relatively short; think around 5'7"? I've got wide shoulders, and while I used to be quite fit, that slowly declined over the years. Muscle tone getting less, that sorta thing - prison didn't exactly help, but I've been working on fixing it. It helps when you've had an employer send you all over town for two years, and you get chased by guards every so often. Brown eyes, red hair to my shoulders - my hair colour is where the name "Ruff" comes from. Been sporting a short, red beard for half a decade now. Also, I keep hearing I'm scruffy-looking; probably because of that beard.
Biography: I'm an Orlesian kid born into a family with Fereldan ancestry. Grew up in the country, with most of my days spent working on my folks' farm. We were doing all right, but then I got in with the wrong people; drugs and violence forced their way into my life, and when I ran away from home, they had me force my way into Antiva City. Been familiar with these streets for too long now - the current that takes, but does not give. I hate it here. Always have. Where most people marvel at the waters of Rialto, and the city that rises on the shoreline, I see a taunting horizon, and a collection of buildings filled with all the wrong people.
Never managed to leave, though. A couple of years ago I happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time; someone had ended up dead, and I was found near the body. They threw me in jail. Only for a couple of months, but it was enough to get me associated with this guy, Figa - and him with me. He's a right fucker. He helped me do something, and then got me stuck doing jobs for him to pay him back. For almost two years, until finally he considered my debt repaid. Way too long, I know. I should've been free of him a lot sooner, but he was a man with a... violent reputation. A lot smarter than he looked.
You'd think I'd have been out of here the minute he let me go, but you'd be wrong; the current of Antiva City keeps you under. To tell you the truth, I thought I was stuck here. That the violence of these streets had become a part of me. But then someplace in the Frostback Mountains exploded. And the southern chaos will soon find its way here, I'm sure of it; when that happens, I'm out of here. Time for me to go home.
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